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Uploaded this awhile ago and it was set to private, just opened it up to public. This was my first ever solo music production from a year ago! Evolving, innit!

When She's Gone - Demo

Get out of our head - Demo

My Brain Is Jelly (feat. Tomokayi)

Static Bloom

Dancing in the dark

Ever Since You’ve Been Gone

Them

Spawn - the sad man

Midnight Whispers is my third installation in the continuity from the albums  "Everything I Didn't Say" and "Velvet Switchblade". A further introspective into what made us even tick in the first place.

I used to tape songs off the radio
And pretend they knew my name
Now I just scroll 
Same voices, less flame

Cracked ahh tool still skips just like my trust
Time stretched in old camcorder dust
Tried to fast-forward through my youth 
But ended up stuck in “pause” with you...

We weren’t golden, just grainy
Memory rendered in VHS rain
We aged like pixels
But never played again

We’re static youth 
All buzz, no signal left
Tuned to frequencies
That never quite connect
You were the dial I spun too hard
Till all I got was snow
Now I just hum in empty halls
Where old reruns used to glow

Every mixtape ends
Every B-side fades
We were limited edition
But forgot we’d degrade!

We’re static youth 
Ghosts of F-FM waves
Heard, and then gone
Like bedroom graves

You were the dial I spun too hard
Till all I got was snow
Now I just hum in empty halls
Where old reruns used to glow.

#love

Static Youth

I Built & Lost A Business

Taken from the album "Leftover Land" available now: https://tr.ee/LeftoverLand

Website: https://tr.ee/ElephantRunWeb

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Recorded in July 2022 in São Lourenço, Minas Gerais - Brazil

Written by Elephant Run & Ismael Sendeski

Vocals, Piano - Amanda Wahlström Plantin
Guitar - Fernando Coelho 
Bass - Renato Cortez
Drums - Ladislau Kardos
Synthesizer - Ismael Sendeski

Recorded & mixed by Renato Cortez at Mato Records (MG - Brazil)
Mastered by Jonas Siöström at Dynamic Audio (Malmö - Sweden)

Collage & cover artwork by Fernando Coelho

Lyrics:

We are achievers, givers, leaders
Fair-minded, fearless, saints, believers
Sensitive, wide-eyed dreamers
True-hearted minds, filling a virtuous void 
We are healers 

We are seekers
We are untroubled, laid-back, sleepers
Stargazing, blameless, plain repeaters 
Trivial, groping cheaters 
Faint-hearted minds, fleeing a needless guilt
We are keepers

We are reapers 
We are devoted, hollow eaters  
Righteous receivers, turn-coats, preachers
Big-headed, keen deceivers
Hard-hearted swines, feeding a tumorous growth  
We are heroes

We are brutal
We are brilliant 
We are careless 
We are indifferent
We are quiet
We are gentle 
We are tender 
We are heroes

Leftover Land

We Are Heroes

Sailor in the Wind


Original track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-k2_Liofy8&ab_channel=LolaYoungVEVO

Lyrics :
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello, 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

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